The closest thing to anger Connor has felt has been frustration. Frustration he couldn't complete his mission. Frustration at not knowing what's wrong with him. But anger, rage, that wasn't what cause his instabilities.

Connor stared at the coin. Missed notes and dropping coins. He wants to say its the injury he had taken to his shoulder, a slight imperfection, but this happened with Miguel before that.

His head snapped up as Markus spoke. "I can't die. You have to be alive to die and I'm not alive," he insisted. However, instead of the cool declaration he knows he made before, there is a tightness in his voice. His thirium pump is pounding and everything feels dangerously tight. "We're not alive. No matter what you or this place says, its just people being kind and not understanding!"

Because Markus is not the first to say this to him. Not by a long shot. And Connot may just hate how much it makes him want...want....he doesn't know the words for the lightness that's buried under the tightness. All he knows is it makes him freeze and uncertain and has the urge to both run and see why the person keeps saying that.

The lost look is back on his face and he doesn't back away from Markus. But he's also not watching him, not really, more like he's seeing through him.